she’ll devour you whole.

she runs with wolves

in wildflower gardens,

dresses up your pretty petals

in her favorite shades of black

(she’s addicted to the way the night bends)

she has no use for shallow souls

who play masquerade to hide their poisoned roots

she is power and strength,

blossom and bone,

a lioness in eden with magic in her eyes

and war on her tongue

– ashley jane

My Letter To You

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They tell you to be calm,
to be pretty,
to be strong
as if your chest can just stop pounding,
as if they don’t know that pretty hurts,
as if you can keep building yourself up
while your mind pushes you back down

They assume that your broken heart
can simply mend on its own,
that daylight can heal
your blackbird soul,
that the silent wolf
that prowls under your skin
understands what it means
to begin again

And, I can hear the fear
in your shaky voice,
the faded whispers of worry
still hanging in the air
But, love, they just don’t see –
you are already all of those things
and so much more

Breath of Words© 6/4/17

photo: Katia Chaushev